After everything was arranged, Liu Yutong finally began examining the items brought by the girl in white, Ding Xiaqing, the previous night.
The documents contained two key pieces of information that deeply concerned her—both extremely important, with one even shocking Liu Yutong.
According to Jiang Bing's records, Liu Yutong's so-called "cheap father" might actually be a special operative... an undercover agent.
If true, it felt like something straight out of a movie.
The records also included detailed descriptions of other relevant information, particularly the physical characteristics of Liu Lei's "wife."
Though there were no photos, only written descriptions, Liu Yutong instinctively formed a clear mental image of this woman.
Strangely, the image felt familiar to her.
If this woman could be found, perhaps all the mysteries surrounding Gao Min's origins could be unraveled.
As for why Jiang Bing had recorded this information, Liu Yutong guessed the man must have had ulterior motives.
The other piece of information consisted of just four words: Warehouse No. 7.
Liu Yutong didn’t know what this warehouse was, but her intuition told her it was significant.
After reviewing everything, she handed the documents to Yun Cheng beside her. "Take photos to keep a copy, then have someone deliver the originals to Gao Min. She’s been searching for so long—it’s time to return them to her."
Truthfully, Liu Yutong had considered withholding the information. But knowing Gao Min’s personality, she decided against it.
Some things, if forcibly concealed, might backfire.
Whether Gao Min could uncover what she sought would ultimately depend on her own efforts.
Compared to Gao Min’s background, Liu Yutong was more interested in whether the mysterious woman matched her suspicions.
Not long after, Liu Debao arrived at the company.
A guide led him through the Wanlong Society’s organizational structure, explaining the departments on each floor.
With every introduction, Liu Debao grew more astonished.
When passing the finance department, he saw stacks of cash being counted inside the office, his eyes nearly popping out of his head.
So much money.
He swore he had never seen that much cash in person—only on TV.
But what left the deepest impression were the slogans hung on every floor.
One of them sent chills down his spine:
"Betray the Wanlong Society, and you’ll face three blades and six holes."
Seeing this, he instinctively touched his stomach. Damn, that’s brutal!
Yet, this ruthlessness fit his image of a gang. Without it, how could his cousin—a woman—command such respect from hardened men? How else could they make this much money?
His suspicions from last night were confirmed—his cousin had truly gone dark...
Honestly, his feelings were a mix of excitement and unease.
Everyone knew gangsters were bad people. If his cousin was the boss, didn’t that make her even worse?
He silently prayed her name would never appear on crime documentaries.
After last night’s shock and seeing Liu Yutong’s luxurious villa, Liu Debao wasn’t as stunned by her office.
But when he learned the entire floor was dedicated solely to her workspace, he clicked his tongue.
Extravagant!
People who made fast money really didn’t care about spending it. Unlike him, who had to sneakily eat an ice cream in the village to avoid sharing.
"Sis!" he greeted respectfully after knocking and entering.
Liu Yutong was reviewing documents that needed signing and didn’t look up. "Sit wherever."
"Got it!"
Liu Debao obediently took a seat on the sofa, munching on the candies on the table.
Not a fan of tea, he snacked while stealing glances at his cousin working, thinking, Even fast-money businesses aren’t easy—she’s so busy.
In his imagination, people in her line of work would just split the cash after a job. He never expected so much paperwork.
Knowledge really changes fate—even dividing money has to be this formal.
If Liu Yutong knew his thoughts, she’d have smacked his head. "Nonsense!"
But he couldn’t be blamed. In such a short time, his cousin had acquired mansions, luxury cars, and hundreds of subordinates.
Did legitimate businesses have so many thugs?
Could honest ventures make this much money so quickly?
The answer was obvious.
As the internet said, the fastest ways to wealth were all in the penal code.
The netizens weren’t lying.
Crime shows and movies always depicted millions or billions made overnight.
One thing puzzled Liu Debao, though—why did everyone call his cousin "Young Miss"?
When he asked the guide, the man simply said it was Liu Yutong’s exclusive title, not indicating any specific rank, just a habit.
Liu Debao suspected it might have started as an online alias when she first recruited people for "big ventures," later evolving into her official address.
Makes sense!
While lost in thought, Liu Yutong finally finished the last document. She poured herself a cup of coffee to refresh before approaching Liu Debao.
"Debao, in a few days, I need you to do something for me back home. If you succeed, I’ll grant you one request."
His first thought: Is she asking me to break the law?
Murder? Robbery?
He wasn’t cut out for that.
But then he remembered this office, last night’s revelations, and the lavish villa—his dream life.
Unlike his current backbreaking labor, barely able to afford his mother’s medical bills.
Even if just for his family, maybe one job wouldn’t hurt...
Screw it!
Besides, his cousin was experienced—surely she wouldn’t fail?
Gritting his teeth, he stood up. "Sis, just tell me—which armored truck are we hitting?!"
Liu Yutong: "???"
She silently set down her coffee and picked up a telescopic baton.
Liu Debao: Σ(っ°Д°;)っ!!!!
"Wait, sis, what are you doing?!"
Liu Yutong: "Teaching you a lesson. Bend over!"
Moments later, Liu Debao rubbed his sore backside, aggrieved. "Sis, you’re the one who asked me to do something! Hitting me is so unfair."
Liu Yutong glared. "Who told you to rob an armored truck? Twisted thinking deserves punishment. Consider this a warning—never engage in illegal activities, or I’ll personally pay for your execution."
Liu Debao hurriedly apologized. "I was wrong, sis! I won’t let my imagination run wild again."
After the lecture, when Liu Yutong told him to systematically study photography, he agreed without hesitation.
Once again, his mind began to wander.
He thought it was his cousin Liu Yutong protecting him—keeping him away from the dirty work and assigning him only safe reconnaissance tasks.
Wasn’t learning photography all about scouting locations?
That’s how it always worked in the movies—either filming footage or jotting down police response times, then gathering useful intel through surveillance.
After landing on what seemed like the most plausible explanation, Liu Debao no longer felt the ache in his backside.
So this was why Liu Yutong kept him off the front lines—for his own safety!
What a great sister!
In an instant, her image in his mind grew even more towering.
